So often words are written of hopelessness and doom?
Making death an option that over your head looms?
Do you write the essence of your life and whatís inside?
A sadness that is within that you otherwise try to hide?
Trapped in a room of darkness without doors and no way out.
Screaming inside with no one to hear you as you shout!
Confusion is your companion and your closest friend.
Continually telling you a story that keeps you at wits end.
The life that you know is a vulture as you are the menu of the day
Feeding on your mind will and emotions, you are the prey.
Do you not know there is abundant life in Godís Glory divine?
Instead death pulls you apart on the inside as the demons dine.
Part of a poem by Urbano M Chavez
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